a puffy dark black cloud hangs over my head; taunting me. the cloud seems to get darker and heavier with every single thing that goes wrong. i'm afraid, that when it decides to unleash itself upon me, i just might die. It roars with a clash, and a flash of lighting strikes in front of me; and then another. getting closer and closer. with another clash, and another raor, the cloud busts open.
tear shapped drops fall from the cloud. the rain sears as it pels my skin. the blond of my hair washes away, tuning into a pale yellow liquid that cascades down my body. the tan of my skin begins to mix in. the black of my shirt,remains constant, like a house standing against a slight breeze. it doesn't take me long to realize my colors are washing away. i'm becomin more vaulnerable by the second. my colors, my shield are detiorating to nohing more than a swirling multicolored puddle eneath my feet. i now see the color fading from my legs. it's a strange sensation to see the blue, and the white turn to liquid and drizzle down my body.
i'm now trying to fiure out what's happening to me. i think i should feel angry, but i don't. i think i should feel upset, but i don't. now, considering that, i am calling it. time of death, 1:58. i am dead. my color's almost gone. i feel so empty, so naked. why did this happen? what caused this cloud to begin forming over my head? the answer to both of these questions is simple. . .you.
you broke my heart, depressed me, and now, you have killed me; i am loseing myself. I am colorless from my head to my feat. i feel a wave of emptyness as the last bit of color leave me. the inner emo-writer begins to take over. i find myself repeating 'the hues of yellow and blue have peeled away; the shades of black and grey are here to stay' as i drudge around like a mindless zombie. this, is the point of pure depression. you have killed me.